Your Dad's Perfect (Ruby) novel Chapter 27

I look around for Bex but can't find her. Right now, I want to leave. Giving up, I walk out. Going in my bag to get my phone, a hand grasps mine.

"I'll give you a ride home." Turning, I look at Alaric.

"That's dangerous, your son could see your car." It's foolish and stupid.

"I'm not in mine." He guides me down, and I watch the chauffeur open a door. Alaric gestures for me to climb in, and I slide into the car. He joins me.

"Alaric, we were not meant to see each other again." That was the whole idea of this.

"Technically, I'm not seeing you right now."

He's right, rasing my hand, I unfasten the mask and remove it.

"Just indulge me, Ruby. For tonight."

"You don't need to ask Alaric." I wouldn't say no, anyway. The car stops and the door opens, Alaric gets out and I do. He follows me into the apartment and to my room.

As I step in, he closes the door. His hand grips my hip, and his body moves and pins mine against the wall. My hips push up as his hand slips between my legs.

"I have to be the one to remove this dress." His words are quiet

His fingers push inside of my pussy, and my hips move against his hand as his lips find mine. His hand releases my hip and moves to my neck while his fingers push deeper, curling and hitting the perfect spot to have me crying out loud.

I watch as he unzips the dress, and it falls to the floor. My hands begin to remove his clothes as his mouth bites against my neck, his fingers unclasping my bra. I watch as it falls to the floor, along with my dress and his clothes.

Lifting me against him, his body pins mine to the wall. He notches his cock against my pussy, and sinks to the hilt in one smooth move. He keeps us in the same position, him impossibly deep within me, his body covering mine.

My body tries to move against him, but there's no space to move. He wiggles his hips slightly, and I cry out in pleasure.

"The perfect spot, baby girl, to have you dripping around me, begging me to move even just an inch to give you the orgasm you crave. He's right; the longer he stays like this, the higher the orgasm builds, but I'm dangling from the edge, waiting for that small bit of string to be cut so I can have the final result.

He begins fucking me with shallow strokes, never enough to push me over that edge I'm wanting to jump from. My head falls forward. What am I doing?

His mouth bites against my ear. "Ruby, get rid of the thoughts before I stop." His words are whispered into my ear, and I wish it were that simple.

"You were going to be my father-in-law." This is fucked up.

Gripping my chin, he kisses me. "And now, I'm your plaything, someone you call daddy and get pleasure from. No one will know. Stop thinking about others, or should I stop?"

Grasping him, I pull him closer.